Isabella seethed like an angry storm cloud, her energy crackling with fury, her gaze piercing the air like lightning bolts of frustration."He's a devil; that damn bastard is a devil!" Isabella exclaimed before tears cascaded down her cheeks like a gentle waterfall of sorrow and vulnerability.Confusion clouded Alexander and Victorial's minds, akin to lost wanderers in a labyrinth. "Didn't he agree to take custody of the child?" asked Alexander and Victorial, looking at Isabella with so much confusion written boldly on their faces."That bastard even rejected his own daughter?" muttered Alexander, his words reaching Isabella and Victoria since Isabella refused to talk, and he said anything that came to his mind."I know he'll do anything to come after me. I'm his target, and soon enough he'll try to ruin me," Alexander said with a deep breath, revealing a hint of trepidation as if he were bracing himself for an impending storm."I agree with you, Alex; the damn bastard is watching you

With Isabella going in to change into a beautiful dress suitable for her outing with Davis, Davis waited in the living room, seated on the sofa and sipping exotic wine served by the private chef, feeling as relaxed as a king on his throne.And then suddenly, a tiny voice sprouted from nowhere like a mischievous whisper carried by the wind."I must warn you, Davis. Isabella is undeniably beautiful, but she's as tough as a rock. You must be careful with her and not take her condemning words too personally. That's how I've coped with her all along," Alexa said.Having listened to the voice, Davis didn't need to turn around in search of who had spoken to him out of the blue. He simply smiled like a contented wanderer who had stumbled upon a hidden treasure."I know, and I still love her," he answered like a steadfast lover who holds on to his feelings with unwavering conviction."You know, I have one of you in my mansion," Davis said further, and Alexa immediately responded without a paus

"Mayor Theodore, please have a seat," Ethan said at this moment, and without any delay, like the hands of a ticking clock, Ethan took his seat and crossed his legs.Seeing the gesture and elegance that Ethan carried, the mayor suddenly realized he might have been overreacting, much like a storm in a teacup. In the same fashion, without having anyone tell him, he took his seat beside his daughter, laying his ears on what Ethan would say."I'm sorry about what my personal assistant arranged with your daughter and for you; I understand he disrespected you in one way or another. However, I humbly plead that you forgive him. His intentions were noble in every way. He wanted me to go on a date with your daughter, who is indeed beautiful, as I have seen one of her pictures and now in person."And though I appreciate her beauty, I must confess that she is not the woman for me. So I will humbly decline the offer my personal assistant made to her and all of that. I apologize for the inconvenienc

"You don't understand; let me explain." Davis rushed out of bed like a startled deer, his feet barely touching the ground as he followed Isabella, who was now walking down the staircase with fast-paced anger, like a fury ready to unleash its wrath upon the earth. Every word that Davis uttered fell on deaf ears, like a soft breeze passing through an empty room, its gentle touch unnoticed amidst the storm brewing within Isabella. Instead, her facial expression spoke volumes, like a book with torn-out pages revealing untold stories within; the lines etched upon her face painted a portrait of frustration and inner turmoil.And just like that, she stormed out of Davis' family mansion and onto the road, flagging down an Uber and hopping right into it, her movements propelled by a surge of determination and pent-up emotions. In her wake, Davis chased after her, his steps quick and frantic, like a windstorm desperately trying to catch its escaped leaves before they vanished into the distance.

While Isabella stormed out of the coffee shop in anger, her movements were like a gust of wind—fierce and unstoppable. She slipped into her sleek car, the doors closing with a resolute thud. Just as she was about to drive off, she heard a knock on her car window, jolting her out of her seething thoughts. Startled, she turned to see who it was and heard the voice of Samantha, cutting through the tense air like a silver bell, clear and melodious."Roll down the glass," Samantha instructed, holding an envelope in her hand that resembled an official letter.Without hesitation, Isabella rolled down the window, as if welcoming a breath of fresh air into a stuffy room. Immediately, she exclaimed, "What the f**k is that?"Samantha didn't bat an eye as she replied, "It's the letter you asked for, isn't it?"Like a thirsty wanderer finding water, Isabella snatched the envelope from Samantha's hands. In a rush, she opened it, her chest heaving as if burdened by a heavy weight. Her eyes fell on t